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An infinite gaze of love and understanding,
At times, no words needed to be said.
A heart that is overflowing,
A feeling that’s impossible to fully comprehend.

Time keeps ticking, and youth disappears.
In adulthood, life moves at a rapid pace.
When I hit walls that I can’t break,
In her arms is where I’d feel most safe.

To know that there’s nothing I could do
To make her give up her belief in me,
Is to know that I must keep going
As she raised me to be the best I could be.

My mother is my heart; my mother lives in me.
I see her in the mirror; I see her in my dreams.
Her happiness is pure beauty; her smile moves mountains.
Our love is raw and true; hearts overflowing like streams.

— T. D. O’Grady

Dedicated to all women who provide the love and care for children, and most importantly—for my Mom this Mother’s Day—Lorraine Annette Linquist. If there were more people in the world like you, the world would be filled with much more love.

Her red hair blended in with the sunset
that she gazed upon with her emerald eyes.
Her porcelain skin shone with child-like speckles;
Her smile formed a heart as she looked at the sky.

Books would lose her as the stories took over.
Her beauty only grew as she got older,
But she didn’t notice the people stop and gaze
As she walked through the room and continued in her ways.

To her youngest daughter she would point out the full-moon.
And she would start to cry if her eldest ever felt pain.
Her heart was unstoppable and was filled with compassion
That would leak and spill for others, never in vain.

She was a teacher who children and babies fell in love with.
Her laugh would make time stand still if you heard it.
Her touch made you feel lucky if you felt it.
And if you ever lost her, there would be an infinite miss.

But she never understood all that she was,
And never knew how much significance she enclosed;
But this blinded quality makes her humble and true.
She is a daughter’s soul; forever this will carry through.